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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26448505">Sincerely, Yours</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/ghostly_perfection/pseuds/ghostly_perfection'>ghostly_perfection</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Alpha Harry Potter, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Drarry, F/F, F/M, Good Slytherins, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, I Will Go Down With This Ship, M/M, Multi, Omega Draco Malfoy, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, i'll add tags as i go</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-09-13</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-09-15</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-06 06:08:30</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Mature</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,580</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/26448505</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/ghostly_perfection/pseuds/ghostly_perfection</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Harry Potter had been looking for a compatible scent for a long time. He was nineteen, and he still hadn’t found his mate, and he’d been an Alpha since the age of sixteen. That was THREE WHOLE YEARS for him to find a mate. Yet he hasn't given up.<br/>-----<br/>Draco Malfoy just presented as an Omega. He can't believe it. He won't. There's all these new emotions, all these new instincts, all this new shit he needs to work out. And oh, yeah, he's five foot one now. Damn it all.<br/>-----<br/>After a while Draco's sent to a hospital because he's so unstable, and he has no where else to go, because his mother just died.<br/>-----<br/>When their paths collide, can Draco learn to love Harry?</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>48</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>272</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>1. The Letter</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Hi, guys, and welcome to my first A/B/O fic! I'm so excited to write this, because I've been reading A/B/O for a while, and I finally decided to try it.<br/>Anyway, I don't have anymore to say right now, so, here you go!</p>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>Harry Potter had been looking for a compatible scent for a long time. He was nineteen, and he still hadn’t found his mate, and he’d been an Alpha since the age of sixteen. That was <em> three whole years </em>for him to find a mate. </p><p>Of course, he had found scents that were quite pleasant, so pleasant that he wanked off to them, and he knew that if he didn’t ever find the right scent, he could easily be happy with these people. They were always a back-up option. </p><p>These were common thoughts for him, so it was no surprise that he was thinking about it right now. </p><p>Harry snapped himself out of it, and smiled at Ron, who was currently talking about how great his mate, Lavender, is. Harry smiled at Ron and nodded, and cast a glance around him. Most of his friends were lounging around him, sitting on various chairs and couches. Theo was chatting with Blaise about, from what Harry could pick up, the best sex they’d ever had. The two Alphas were close, and both were devilishly handsome. Before Theo had gotten bonded to Daph, they had gone out to clubs together so that they could fuck someone. They worked well together, and, honestly, Harry was surprised that they hadn’t bonded, even though he knew that they both wanted Omegas. Okay, maybe Harry wasn’t all that surprised, there had been some major sexual tension between Daph and Theo. His eyes traveled to Ginny and Luna, who were snogging over in a deep red armchair over in the corner, by a window. The moonlight was illuminating Luna’s silvery hair, and Harry absentmindedly thought that it was pretty. Harry was glad that they were together. They were so damn cute. They made such a great couple. Harry recalled that Ginny’s rut was soon, and that’s probably why they were full-on snogging. Not to mention, with a crowd. Not that anyone would judge them for it. There were so many couples in their friend group, no one batted an eye anymore. There was Pansy and ‘Mione, Ron and Lav, Dean and Seamus, Gin and Lu, Theo and Daph- </p><p>Harry didn’t really feel like thinking about how many people had gotten together after Hogwarts. </p><p>Ah, Hogwarts. </p><p>Harry missed Hogwarts so much. It <em> had </em>been a lot of stress, being ‘The Chosen One’ and all, but yet, Harry missed it. He missed hanging out by the lake with all of his friends, talking about small things like there wasn’t a war going on. </p><p>Harry still remembers everything about Hogwarts. Okay, it’s only been around two years, but two years is a long time. Especially after the Ministry trying to sort out the Wizarding World, which seemed to take forever. Although, they <em> did </em> do a good job. Everything is mostly back to how it was pre-war. Except for the fact that Second genders were back. Those had been gone for at least a century, and when the first teenager presented, they started sending out warnings for people who were twenty-six and under, because twenty-six is the latest someone has ever presented. Unspeakables are still trying to figure out why, but Hermione thinks that it has something to do with the major drop in population, and ancient magic kicked in and is trying to get us to start making more children. (If that’s the case, then it’s <em> worked. </em> There’s been an increase in the population by at least 10%.) I’m pretty sure, no, <em> sure, </em>that ‘Mione’s right. She always is. (I’m serious. She literally hasn’t been wrong yet.) No one in our group has gotten pregnant yet, but I’m pretty sure that all of the Omegas or Beta girls are on birth control. (We’re a bit young for children…) (Nineteen and twenty is still pretty young.) Anyways, Harry was remembering how he’d become friends with, well, if he was going to list them off, he might as well. He’d become friends with Ron, Lav, Pansy, ‘Mione, Gin, Lu, Dean, Seamus, Theo, Daph, Blaise, Parvati, Nev, and Cho. Honestly, it sounded like a big group, but in reality, it was only fourteen people. That’s not very many, when you think about it. Most of them were at Harry’s house right now. Lav was out with Parvati, Daph, and Cho. Pansy was in rut right now, so her and ‘Mione are back at their flat with Crookshanks and Precious. (Who’s Pansy’s pitbull. Long story.) Gin and Luna decided to skip the girl’s night, in favor of hanging out at my house. Gin, like I said, she’s close to her rut, and she’d probably scare the other girls. (We’re all scary and more dominant than usual when we’re close to a rut.) (Like, super scary.) </p><p>Neville, Dean, and Seamus are talking about how Quidditch is going to start soon. Harry misses Quidditch, it’s the off season, and he can’t wait to get back to it. He can’t wait to get back to his team, the Magpies. He’s the #1 seeker in Britain right now. That’s nice, and all, but he’s getting sick of all the awards. Ever since he presented as an Alpha, the Daily Prophet has proclaimed him ‘Sexiest Alpha Alive’, three years running. It’s a lot, having girls throw themselves at you, hoping that their scent will be the one. Harry was just sick of it. </p><p>One of his friends, Angelina Johnson, a fellow Gryffindor who was now a Healer at St. Mungo’s,  married to George Weasley, and a Beta, would send a letter to Harry any time an unclaimed Omega that needed a home was put in her care. That didn’t happen very often, though. The letters could come anywhere from a month to a year and a half apart.</p><p>So, of course, it was very unexpected when he got one right then, at that hour. </p><p>An owl tapped at his window, and Harry got up to open the window. The owl flew in, cold air gushing in with it, and landed on Harry’s shoulder. </p><p>He untied the letter, and unrolled the piece of parchment. </p><p>
  <em> Dear Harry,  </em>
</p><p>
  <em> I have an unmated Omega that is in need of a home in my care right now. He has a very nice scent, but has an enormous temper. I do think that you’ll like him, but I always seem to be wrong when I assume this. I was hoping that you could come check him out tonight? If so, that’d be great. There’s a new load of Omegas coming in, and that’s going to take up a lot of my time. Again, like I said, this one has a temper. Lots of mood swings, but very smart. He’s newly presented, and seems to be in denial. Therefore he lashes out. Although, he does seem to have a sweet side, especially when he’s tired. Anway, I thought that you might like an Omega with a fiery personality. If you’re wondering how come the letter’s so long, it’s because I’m at my house, for once.  </em>
</p><p>
  <em> George says to “Send him our love!” So, there you go, love sent.  </em>
</p><p>
  <em> -Angelina  </em>
</p><p>Harry was actually interested this time. He’d always liked to date people with lots of personality, (Hence dating Ginny and Cho before he presented) and this sounded like they had exactly that. Angelina had said to come right away… He really should get going. </p><p>“Hey, mate, what’s that?” asked Ron, staring up at him from his place on the couch. </p><p>“Ang has an Omega-” </p><p>Ron’s face lit up. “Really? Maybe this’ll be the one, Harry!” Everyone else in the room looked up at that. </p><p>“Johnson’s found you an Omega?” Theo added in, sounding genuinely curious. </p><p>“Well-” </p><p>“That’s great, Harry!” said Neville.</p><p>“Yeah-” </p><p>“Come on, mate, tell us about ‘em!” said Seamus, and Dean nodded in agreement. </p><p>“Uh-” </p><p>“Really?” Ginny piped up, and Luna turned around and said, “Oh, Harry, you’ll be <em> so </em>happy with this one, I’m sure of it.” </p><p>“Thanks, Luna, but I don’t even know if they’ll be compatible with me-” </p><p>“G’luck, mate,” said Dean.</p><p>“GUYS!” Harry shouted, sick of being interrupted. “Sorry. Had to get your attention.” </p><p>“Oh, it’s fine,” said Luna, a smile on her face. “You must be stressed right now.” </p><p>Harry shot her a smile, and then continued.</p><p>“Ang said that I need to get there right now, if possible. So-” Harry was cut off for what felt like a millionth time. </p><p>“Oi, sorry, mate. We’ll get out of your hair. Or, uh, house, I guess.” </p><p>Others nodded, and started to aparate out. (Harry had adjusted the wards so they could.) Luna threw her arms around Harry, and then backed away. Ginny pulled Harry into a tight hug, and whispered, “I really hope that this is the one, Harry.” Harry breathed in her scent, said “Me, too, Ginny. Me too.” and then backed away. Ginny gave him a kiss on his cheek, and then went over to Luna, grabbing her hand, and then apparating them out of Harry’s house. </p><p>Harry’s relationship with Ginny, since that had broken up, had been very platonic. He couldn’t think of her any other way, even if he tried to. Ginny was very much a person that showed their love through physical affection, so Harry was used to all the hugs and kisses and handholding. That was just the way Ginny was. </p><p>Ginny and Luna were a very unique couple, and they didn’t get jealous easily. Again, Gin was very much a physical person, and so was Luna, so they had gotten over the whole ‘You’re touching someone else? You’re <em> mine </em>’ thing quickly. Anyway, Harry really should get going. </p><p>God, he hopes this is the one.</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. St. Mungo's</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>Harry walked into St. Mungo's, and headed straight towards a 'Welcome Witch'. He noted the sign that said,</p><ul>
<li>ARTIFACT ACCIDENTS...................... Ground Floor</li>
</ul><p>(Cauldron explosion, wand backfiring, broom crashes, etc.)</p><ul>
<li>CREATURE-INDUCED INJURIES............... First Floor</li>
</ul><p>(Bites, stings, burns, embedded spines, etc.)</p><ul>
<li>MAGICAL BUGS............................. Second Floor</li>
</ul><p>(Contagious maladies, e.g. dragon pox, vanishing sickness, scrofungulus)</p><ul>
<li>POTION AND PLANT POISONING.............. Third Floor</li>
</ul><p>(Rashes, regurgitation, uncontrollable giggling, etc.)</p><ul>
<li>SPELL DAMAGE............................ Fourth Floor</li>
</ul><p>(Unliftable jinxes, hexes, and incorrectly applied charms, etc.)</p><ul>
<li>VISITOR'S TEAROOM AND HOSPITAL SHOP..... Fifth Floor</li>
<li>A/B/O............................ Sixth Floor </li>
</ul><p>(Medication, pregnancy tests, bond issues, presentation tests, etc.)</p><p>If you are unsure where to go, incapable of normal speech, or unable to</p><p>remember why you are here, our Welcome Witch will be pleased to help.</p><p>"Welcome to St. Mungo's, how may I help you today-" the lady looked up with an utterly bored expression, registered who Harry was, and her eyes widened. "Harry Potter!" she said in a girlish voice. "Can I be of any assistance to you?" she squealed, all well battering her eyelashes and noticeably rearranging her shirt so that it showed off her cleavage. He watched as the girl conspicuously scented the air, and then lifted her head and brushed her blonde hair back so that her neck was clearly visible. It was either to allow Harry to see that she didn't have a bond mark, or so that her scent reached him more easily. Harry had already noticed that she was a Beta, and had a nice scent, too. It was like... freshly-made coffee, maybe? Something else, too. Like Harry had said, it was nice, but it wasn't <em> the one. </em>Oh well, too bad. </p><p>"Hi, I need to see Dr. Johnson as soon as possible." Harry said, with a blinding smile. The girl's face fell, obviously she thought that he was mated to Ang. <em> Poor girl, </em>Harry thought to himself. </p><p>"Well, go on ahead," said the girl, her voice noticeably lower. </p><p>Harry shot her a smile, and then said, "I hope we meet again-" he glanced at her name tag. "Laila."  </p><p>Harry was surprised that she didn't faint right then and there. She collected herself, and smiled at him. Harry, in response, winked. Why Harry did this? It was fun to just casually flirt. If the new Omega didn't work out, she wouldn't be half bad. <em> Maybe I could go out on a few dates with her, </em>he said to himself. Again, not half bad. She'd probably be nice in bed. </p><p>Harry turned away from her, and got in the separate lift that took you to the seventh floor, which wasn't listed on the sign. That was where they dealt with damaged Alphas, Omegas, and Betas. Harry had a hard time going to this floor. Seeing all those hurt people...</p><p>Harry shook his head, trying to clear it. The lift doors opened, presenting the white hallway. Harry walked straight forward, then turned to the right, and then to the left, and then he was at Angelina's office. He knocked, and was immediately answered by, "Come in!" Harry opened the door, and walked into Ang's small office. It was basically all white, with various scrolls scattered about the room, and it had a desk, where Angelina was sat. "Hello, Harry," she said, smoothing her light green Healer's robes. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and she looked very professional, from her shiny dragon-hide flats to her perfect makeup. She looked exactly how a Healer should. Neat and precise. </p><p>"Hey, Healer Weasley," Harry said, deciding to be polite and call her by her official name. She smirked at him, and said, "Please, Harry I ask that you refrain from that shit well in my office." Harry laughed, and she laughed right along with him. Good to know that his old Quidditch Captain was still herself. “Would you like some coffee, Harry?” she said, swivelling her chair so that it faced the opposite direction from her desk, and facing a small plastic folding table that had a coffee machine on it, along with some styrofoam cups and some cream. Harry muttered a, “Yes, please,” and Angelina poured some coffee into a styrofoam cup and asked, “Cream?” Harry shook his head, and Angelina handed it to him. He took a big gulp, downing all of the coffee in the small cup in one go. </p><p>Angelina poured some creamer into another cup, and mixed it together with a small silver spoon. “Well, anyways, Harry, you’re here to meet the Omega. The weird part is that I <em> can </em> give you all his records, because, fuck, society isn’t fair. Omegas have the worst end of the stick.” Harry nodded, and murmured, “They really do.” Angelina continued. “It’s a load of shit, really. You can see his files because there’s an off chance that your scents will be compatible, but if you weren’t an Alpha, Merlin forbid that <em> anyone </em> could see someone’s personal information. Even worse, an <em> Alpha’s </em> personal information.” Harry nodded, not sure if he should laugh or be serious. “Seriously, Harry, I could get <em> fired </em> if I shared an Alpha’s personal information. No joke.” Harry nodded, yet again, and then said, “It’s a fucked up system.” Angelina seemed glad that Harry agreed, and then said, “That it is.” She opened up a folder, and then said, “I think that you should read the files after you figure out whether their scent is compatible with yours. Just, you know, as a privacy thing, even though it’s legal for you to read all up on them. I guess you could refuse me, though,” she ended, her voice turning cold. <em> Women are scary, </em>he thought to himself. Harry, replied, “Angelina, I know what’s good for my health. Of course I’ll listen to you.” Angelina gave him a bright smile, and then said, “This way,” and headed out of the room, coffee cup in her right hand, wand in her left. Harry followed next to her, on her left, hands in his pockets. Angelina turned her head so that she could talk to him. “So, we had to put him in a magical coma around a week ago. He was stressing himself out too much, and as you know, that’s not good for an Omega’s health.” Harry murmured an agreement. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.” Harry said, “It’s all good, Ang.” </p><p>Angelina stopped at a door, and then said, “Well, I’m going to blindfold you, because I’ve noticed that Alphas tend to judge more by appearance than scent.” Harry said, “Yeah, okay.” Angelina flicked her wand, and he suddenly couldn’t see anymore. He heard a door click open, (Harry’s hearing was enhanced when he became an Alpha) and then Angelina (He assumed) grabbed his hand and led him through the doorway. He hit his hand on the side of the doorframe, and Angelina said, “Sorry!” and then cast a pain-relieving spell. (Which was expected, she was a Healer and all) Harry said, “S’okay,” then walked through the door. He sucked in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the <em> fucking amazing </em> scent that had enveloped him. It was so delicate and <em> beautiful </em> that it left Harry breathless. He immediately picked out the minty scent, which confused him, because <em> wasn’t it supposed to take </em> weeks <em> for someone to figure out elements to a scent? </em> But that really wasn’t what Harry was thinking about. What he was think about was <em> Circe’s saggy tits why was this scent so amazing why hadn’t he gone looking for this scent before he could have smelled it </em> that much sooner <em> and why did he feel like he was drunk on a </em> fucking scent <em> and why did this scent make him weak in his damn knees and why was it so fucking good?  </em></p><p>Harry lifted his arm up and shoved his face into his elbow, inhaling the scent of the fabric, trying to clear his mind. When he put his arm down, he was relieved to find that it was easier not to get drunk on that <em> fucking amazing scent, </em> it was just <em> that amazing-  </em></p><p><em> Stop it, Harry, </em>he said to himself. </p><p>“So, how is it?” Angelina asked, and Harry realized that he had completely forgotten that she was there. He had forgotten everything other than the <em> beautiful </em>scent. </p><p>“Ang… I think, no, <em> I know, </em>this is the one,” he said, feeling the rightness of saying that and agreeing with it. </p><p>Angelina removed the blindfold, and then smiled at him. Harry smiled back at her, and then his eyes darted around the room, looking for the bed, and finding it quickly. The first thing he noticed was:</p><ol>
<li>How damn <em>pretty </em>the Omega was.</li>
<li>Then how skinny he was.</li>
<li>Then the bags under his eyes. </li>
<li>How tiny he was. </li>
<li>The white-blond hair. </li>
<li>And then-</li>
</ol><p>Merlin’s fucking balls. Was that <em>Malfoy?</em></p>
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<a name="section0003"><h2>3. Turmoil</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>A short chapter, but an important one.</p></blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>Harry was startled. His brain shut down, and he went over to the bed, brushing the greasy blonde hair away from Malfoy’s forehead, his eyes looking him over, checking for injuries, and then grabbing his hand, holding it softly. Right now it was like the Alpha in Harry was in the front seat, driving, and Harry had been locked in the trunk. He had no control. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Is he okay,” Harry murmured, his voice low and growly. He glanced at Ang, and she had a strange expression on her face. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“He’s… okay, I guess.” Harry growled, and then Angelina hurried to say, “He’s fine, he’s fine, Harry! He just has a problem with his emotions, and he refuses to eat, so we had to put an IV drip in him to feed him.” Harry’s eyes switched from Angelina’s face to the tube sticking out of his hand. “So he’s okay?” Harry asked, his Alpha truly worried. “Yes, Harry, he’s okay. He just doesn’t want to be an Omega, and is trying to refuse the fact, and his body isn’t responding well to that, so his hormones are crazy, and a certain part of it was that he was taking suppressants-” Harry growled loudly. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Is he crazy? Suppressants can kill you, or seriously damage your body! </span>
  </em>
  <span>Harry thought to himself. His fingers traced over Draco’s- </span>
  <em>
    <span>Malfoy’s-</span>
  </em>
  <span> cheek, touching his lips briefly. “He hasn’t had an actual heat yet, because of course he had his faux heat, and then he immediately went on suppressants, so he never had an </span>
  <em>
    <span>actual </span>
  </em>
  <span>heat, which has wrecked his body. His heat schedule will be very irregular and unpredictable for a few years, which’ll be when his body is trying to undo what the Alpha hormones did, then they’ll become predictable. Oh, yes, he probably won’t be able to get pregnant for a while, and nor he should, because, as you </span>
  <em>
    <span>should </span>
  </em>
  <span>know, Omegas should have </span>
  <em>
    <span>at least </span>
  </em>
  <span>one real heat before they become pregnant. He won’t be able to take birth control, for at least five years, too. It’d simply hurt him.” Harry nodded, turning his eyes to the ground, his fingers rubbing circles on the back of Draco’s- </span>
  <em>
    <span>Malfoy’s!-</span>
  </em>
  <span> hand. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Harry’s control came back all at once, he practically appartated to the wall, feeling horrified with himself, and shoving his face in his hands. Wasn’t this the boy who was a Death Eater at the age of sixteen? </span>
  <em>
    <span>He had no choice, </span>
  </em>
  <span>the Alpha in Harry said. </span>
  <em>
    <span>You agree with me, you spoke in his favor at his trial. </span>
  </em>
  <span>Harry couldn’t really deny the fact, nor accept it. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Isn’t this the boy who teased you for years, making you feel angry and frustrated? </span>
  </em>
  <span>Harry asked himself. </span>
  <em>
    <span>He was just a stupid kid you followed what his parents did. </span>
  </em>
  <span>Harry growled, grasping at his hair, trying to make up his mind. He was in turmoil, the thoughts at the forefront of his brain, making everything else seem insignificant-</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’ll take him,” said Harry. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>Just Harry. Not the Alpha in Harry, but just Harry. </span>
</p><p>
  <br/>
  <br/>
</p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Kudos make me smile, but comments make me do a frigging happy dance and smile like I've been given the best gift in the world! (Also, comments keep this story going!)</p></blockquote></div></div>
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